It was holiday time, and Margery had gone to play with her little friend
Helena Poynter, who lived in the next street but one. They were in a
little summer-house at the end of the garden, having a happy time with
their dolls, and Helena was telling Margery that her father had promised
to take them all for a picnic to the hills next day. They were to drive
there in a coach, papa, mamma, Helena, and her brothers, who were all at
home for the holidays.
Just then Helena's mamma came walking down the garden. "Good-morning,
Margery," said she, and Margery stood up at once and returned her
greeting. "I have been thinking," said Mrs. Poynter, "that you would
like to join our picnic to-morrow, and I am sure we could find room for
one more on the coach."
"Oh! thank you, ma'am," said Margery, "I should like it so much; I will
run round and ask mother at once," and off she ran as fast as her little
legs could carry her.
Margery came into the house bubbling over with the good news, and
anxious to tell it all to her mother immediately, but she found that a
lady had called and was talking to her mother, so she just waited
quietly until the conversation was ended before she spoke a word, for
Margery knew that
(Blackboard)
It is Rude to Speak when Other People are Speaking.
You will see now why we sit quietly in church, or at an entertainment,
or in a room when any one is singing or playing--it is because we do not
wish to be rude, and it =is= rude to speak when any one else is
speaking, or praying, or reading aloud, or singing, or playing music for
us.
You will like to know that Margery was allowed to go to the picnic, and
she enjoyed it very much.